Monday, March 10, 2008


for ReadWritePoem March 10, 2008

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I waited
through the fog
of Mrs. Landrigan’s
grammar lesson
then asked
if I could talk
to Norm
about my senior project
on dreams.

As I walked
to his desk
I saw
the sun
break through
like egg yolk
and dribble down
Mt. Washington
in the distance.

“So, what did you dream
about last night?”
I asked him
loud enough for the teacher
to hear.

In whispers
soft as pussy willows
he asked me
about my sister,
whom he wanted to date

and I wondered
if Mike
his best friend,
had asked about me.

I told him
that Nancy had drawn
a heart
on her notebook
with his initials
in it.

He told me
that Mike
was hoping
I’d be at the dance
on Friday night.

Mrs. Landrigan eyed
us so Norm
started weaving
a gauzy tale.
The sun
moved onto the desk
and lit up
the dust motes
of our dreams.


Leigh Lear said...


Christine said...

A tender story about a tender age. Who needs dreams when life is so dreamy? I enjoyed the short lines, and imageslike egg-yolk sun, a gauzy tale, and dust motes of our dreams.

LaurenceMcBeth said...

wonderful imagery...of innocence and childish guile..and by the way, thanks for your comments on my work.

Lirone said...

a fine line between naive and not so naive... I like it!

anthonynorth said...

Ah, the wishes of youth. You spoke of it well.

paisley said...

i agree with christine's take so whole heartedly... living a dream every new experience the explosion of a dream... sleep is something that one does only when called upon... not as a form of entertainment..... i loved this....

Jessica said...

Quite lovely and touching.

jillypoet said...

I can feel the "gauziness" or fog of this dream. It reads like a fine memory, too. So vivid, I could see the kids standing at the desks. I need to go back and see how you put the poem together so that it actually felt slightly disjointed, like a dream. Well done!

Crafty Green Poet said...

I enjoyed this, specially the end...

nonizamboni said...

Your poetry is gorgeous.
break through
like egg yolk
and dribble down
Mt. Washington' my favorite.
Thanks for visiting me as well!

Tammy said...

Delightful and clever Linda.

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